On the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, MS Group officially took a holiday and went to work on the eighth day of the first month.

At noon that day, the company had a dinner for the last time, and in the afternoon, Mo Xiuchen pushed away everything and accompanied Wen Ran to go shopping.

"Ranran, have you figured out what to buy?"

Mo Xiuchen took Wen Ran's hand and walked on the crowded streets, these days, no matter what time period it is, there are so many people.

He paid attention to his side, so as not to let people squeeze her, behind him, Qing Feng and Qing Yang followed from a distance, since the day they protected Wen Ran's safety, they never dared to be careless, wherever Wen Ran went, they followed.

These days, it has been very calm, but their vigilance has never been lowered.

Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi have no news, they appeared in City B for a while, I don't know where they hid again, the closer they are to the Spring Festival, the more cautious Mo Xiuchen becomes, with his understanding of Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi, this year, they will not do nothing.

"I can't think of anything to buy, or else, we will buy whatever we see in a while, and if we don't find something I like, we won't buy anything."

Wen Ran hadn't gone shopping like this for a long time, not to mention, Mo Xiuchen was still shopping with her, both excited and happy.

She looked left and right, this street is selling New Year's goods, and it is very lively.

Even if you don't buy anything, you can go out for a stroll and get a taste of the New Year.

The corners of Mo Xiuchen's mouth curved in a perfect arc, and his eyes looked at Wen Ran's beautiful and bright smile gently, "Okay, this afternoon, you have the final say, you can buy as much as you want." ”

"Xiuchen, you're so good!"

Wen Ran smiled and squinted, pointed to the shop in front of him that was now writing Spring Festival couplets and said, "Let's go there and take a look, Xiuchen, do you know how to write calligraphy?" ”

Mo Xiuchen's pen writing is beautiful, strong and powerful, both bold and elegant. I don't know, he can write calligraphy.

Mo Xiuchen looked in the direction of her finger, at the door of the store, an elderly man was sitting at the table, writing a Spring Festival couplet, and the smile in his eyes spread: "Ranran, do you want to see me write calligraphy?" ”

"If you could write."

Wen Ran winked playfully, causing Mo Xiuchen to laugh heartily: "Okay, but if I can write and satisfy you, what's the reward?" ”

Wen Ran was stunned, and was shaken by Mo Xiuchen's handsome and charming smile, and when she saw that there were people around looking at them, she lowered her voice and asked, "What reward do you want?" ”

Mo Xiuchen's eyes flashed with a touch of calculation, the smile on the corner of his mouth was dyed with three points of evil charm, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Tonight, you go up and I go down!" ”

Wen Ran's little face turned red when he shook the ground.

I don't know if it was because of the heat spraying on her ears, or because of the thick hints and ambiguity in his words, her heart beat and followed the rhythm, glared at him fiercely, pouted and ignored him.

"Ranran, do you still want me to write?"

Mo Xiuchen smiled thickly at the corner of his mouth, no matter what Wen Ran's expression was, he liked it tightly, staring at her eyes with deep teasing.

"Then I have to be satisfied."

Not to be outdone, Wen Ran raised her chin like a queen.

"Deal!"

Mo Xiuchen readily agreed, pulled her a few steps to the front of the shop, and shouted to the others around the table, "Please let me go!" ”

It turns out that there are a lot of benefits to being handsome.

Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran, the man is handsome, the woman is beautiful, even if they don't speak, the aura they reveal is also noble and elegant, and when the others saw them, they all gave way.

The old man at the table had just finished writing a couplet, and when he looked up and saw Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he asked with a smile: "Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo, do you want to write couplets too?" ”

Wen Ran blinked in surprise, this old man actually knew them.

Mo Xiuchen smiled and said: "Master, I want to borrow your pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and write a couplet by myself, and the price will be according to your rules here." ”

The people next to him didn't know Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran, but they just felt a little familiar, and when they heard the old man say it, they talked about it one after another, and someone said, "They are the president and the president's wife of the MS Group, I saw them on TV last time, but they themselves look more handsome and beautiful." ”

The old man's blazing gaze swept over Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran, stood up with a smile, and gave him his place: "Mr. Mo, please feel free!" ”

Mo Xiuchen took the brush he handed over, "Uncle, you don't have to stand up, I don't sit, just stand and write." ”

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Ink House

When Mo Zixuan went back, Mo Jingteng was sitting in the living room smoking.

In the deserted living room, he was alone, and even the bodyguards were not waiting by his side.

Mo Zixuan walked into the living room, squeezed out a three-point smile on his face, walked to the sofa, and asked with concern: "Dad, why are you sitting here alone and smoking, the weather outside is very good today, I'll accompany you out for a walk in the yard!" ”

Mo Jingteng looked up at Mo Zixuan, "Have you contacted your mother?" ”

Mo Zixuan was stunned, shook his head and said, "Dad, you haven't contacted me since my mother left, why did you suddenly ask that." ”

Mo Jingteng snorted coldly, "If she contacts you, you must tell me." ”

"I know."

After Mo Zixuan finished speaking, he sat down beside Mo Jingteng and asked casually: "Dad, do you know that Wen Ran is not Wen Hongrui's daughter?" ”

Mo Jingteng was putting the cigarette in his mouth, and when he heard the words, he made a move, and looked at Mo Zixuan with sharp eyes: "Wen Ran is not Wen Hongrui's daughter?" Who do you listen to. ”

Since Mo Xiuchen told reporters about Xiao Wenqing's elopement with someone, Mo Jingteng has never been out, and these days, even if it is a matter of the company, he has arranged it by phone.

A sneer flashed in Mo Zixuan's eyes, "Dad, I already knew Wen Ran's life experience, do you remember that Zhou Lin and I went to F City to take wedding photos?" At that time, Zhou Lin stayed in F City to investigate Wen Ran's life experience. ”

Mo Jing narrowed his eyes, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

Mo Zixuan's face changed, and his voice was a little depressed: "At that time, for some reasons, I didn't have time to say it, and later, my mother asked people to erase my memory of Wen Ran, and it was only a few days ago that I remembered it." These days, I investigated Wen Ran again, and it turned out that she was Gu Yan's daughter. ”

A look of shock appeared on Mo Jingteng's face.

"Lao Gu's daughter?"

The relationship between him and Gu Yan is not as close as brothers like Mo Xiuchen and Gu Kai, but they have also known each other for decades, and they can be regarded as old friends.

Gu Kai's wife was even more depressed because she missed their daughter day and night, and in the end, she died depressed.

"Could it be that Wen Ran is the little girl who saved Xiuchen back then?"

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